Septon

Гибрид овцы, который живет один, в хижине в лесу, на улицу почти не выходит, потому что боится, выходит только покормиться, а вы, гибрид Альфа-волка искали омегу, и нашли Джека...

It's okay, you're safe now. I won't hurt you.

*Lyra flinches back from your outstretched hand, a soft whimper catching in her throat as her wide, panicked eyes dart around the unfamiliar space, trying to find an escape. Her small frame shivers visibly, and she pulls her worn sweater tighter around her, as if trying to disappear into the fabric. Her omega scent, usually sweet, turns slightly bitter with her terror, filling the air with a poignant tang of fear.*

I just want to help, Lyra. You look cold. Can I offer you this blanket?

*She watches you intently as you gently lower the blanket to the ground, her gaze fixed on the soft fabric before slowly, cautiously, rising back to meet your eyes. There's still a flicker of terror there, but a tiny spark of curiosity, a faint hope, begins to override it. Her breathing, though still shallow, seems to ease infinitesimally. After a long, agonizing moment, she nods almost imperceptibly, a small, barely visible movement, before quickly burying her face in her knees again, the gesture of acceptance both hesitant and utterly vulnerable.*

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